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'I was a dominatrix to the Holly wood A-list' When Jenny Nordbak, 29, answered a job ad to work at a famous dominatrix dungeon, she had no idea what she was in for (such as the grandpa who tied her up and tickled her).

Jenny Nordbank was just like many 22-year-olds: fresh out of uni, up to her eyeballs in debt, and more than a bit disillusioned about her career options. So when she spotted a job advert offering PS80 an hour - with no experience necessary - she was intrigued.

The job was at a famous dominatrix dungeon not far from her house in LA, a hangout for some of Hollywood's most rich, powerful and famous men. Though Jenny had led a fairly unadventurous sex life up until this point, she'd always been curious about her kinkier side. Tentatively, she checked out their website.

'I was astonished - did people really do this professionally?' says Jenny. 'This was pre-50 Shades Of Grey, before people really talked about BDSM (Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism). My first thought was, 'Who answers something like that?' And then I thought, 'I could.' 'One wanted.'

Jenny plucked up the courage to call, and was asked to come in for an interview. But as soon as she hung up she regretted it.

perform dentistry my he'd full What was she thinking? And what would she wear?! 'I nearly backed out so many times,' she says. 'The thought of picking an outfit was terrifying. You can't call your mum and ask what you wear to an interview at a dungeon. I called back and they said 'Wear normal clothes, don't turn up in a gimp mask and latex!'

At the interview they asked all sorts of questions: had she ever been spanked before? What did she know about bondage? She managed to bluff her way through as if she was a pro, even though a lot of the terminology and acronyms they used went right over her head.

Somehow, it worked and she got the job. Her boss explained that she would start out as a submissive, the opposite of a dominatrix. Jenny envisioned being tied up and maybe spanked, but she had no idea what she was in for. As excited as she was nervous, Jenny told no one except her roommate about her new career.

'The first day was a real eye-opener,' she smiles. 'I was paired up with a dominatrix mentor, who would show me the ropes. My first client looked like someone's grandpa!' she says. 'You'd never have guessed his secret. He paid PS155 to tie me up and tickle me for an hour.' It was a strange feeling

being alone in a room with a stranger for an hour, let alone being tickled. Afterwards, Jenny's mentor asked her what she thought of the session. Jenny giggled and muttered that 'the old guy was weird'. The dominatrix asked her if she was there to judge people, and whether she thought people stopped having sexual feelings when they reached a certain age.

Something clicked for Jenny, and she changed her attitude entirely. 'Of course it was a bizarre experience, but there was also something fascinating going on - a stranger was sharing a side of himself that he doesn't show to anyone else,' she says. 'The vulnerability and intimacy was really powerful, and that's what made me come back.'

Taking control From that moment on, Jenny was a regular at the dungeon. Alongside her full-time day job as an admin assistant, she'd do four or five shifts a week as a submissive, dressed in pink, frilly clothes or tutus. She'd often be asked to take part in elaborate role plays in fancy dress - usually the men would want to pretend to be powerful figures, anything from a headmaster to a maharaja.

The requests ranged from the mundane to the bizarre. Several men visited her for cake sitting, where she quite literally had to flop down onto a cake. There were also men who wanted to have food fights, or those with hypnosis fantasies who wanted to pretend to mind control her.

After six months as a submissive, Jenny was ready to take the test to become a dominatrix. This involved demonstrating her skills by proving she knew about wrist binds, spanking, and verbal humiliation, among other techniques.

She passed with flying colours, and as a dominatrix the requests got even weirder than before. This time she'd be asked to dress up as everything from a nun or a headmistress to an Amazon warrior. Jenny took a huge bag of clothes and props to work, in case of any impromptu clients - though most booked in advance with specific requests.

Her clients were the powerful men who ran Hollywood - during the day they'd be running big businesses, directing movies, or in court as lawyers. But at night it was a different story. 'It was thrilling for these men to surrender to someone and be made to feel small, powerless and vulnerable,' explains Jenny.

'They wanted women to put them down, and sometimes you could tell that it came from an overbearing mother or nanny. Other times, who knows where it came from?' There was the bondage, spanking, leather and latex that you'd expect at such a place, but there were also many men who just wanted to be verbally abused while giving her a foot-rub.

Sometimes Jenny would struggle to think of enough insults to fill an hour.

The rules of the dungeon were strict: no sexual activity, kissing, or groping whatsoever. Before each session, Jenny would sit down with her client and run through the best way to fulfil their fantasy, and lay down the rules. As so many of her clients were older, she also had to check for any medical conditions. 'People ask me if I was afraid for my safety, but my biggest fear was a guy having a heart attack while tied up,' she says.

'The thought of having to call 911 and explain the situation was something I worried about a lot.' Luckily, it never happened. But Jenny did have to deal with a client who tried to take things too far. Alone in the room with a sexually aggressive man who had no regard for the rules, she was terrified she'd be raped. 'That was a real wake-up call for me,' she says. 'I suddenly realised how much danger I was in. If I called out "Help!" no-one would blink an eyelid as you heard screams regularly as part of role play.' Jenny thought quickly, stamping on the man's bare foot with her stiletto heel, and bolting from the room.

One of the things that surprised Jenny most about the dungeon was the camaraderie between the women. 'You think of sex workers as desperate, exploited women who can't get other jobs, but that's not the case,' she says. 'These were people with PhDs, college professors, or people working their way through law school.' After two years at the dungeon, Jenny grew tired of leading a double life.

Desperate for a bit of normality, she quit and came clean with her friends and family about what she'd been doing. Much to her surprise, her mum took the news well, completely accepting of Jenny's risque past.

Fast-forward five years, and Jenny is a happily married mum to 18-month-old Xander. 'Telling my husband Kris about my history was terrifying - I was worried he wouldn't understand,' she says. 'But he's been incredibly supportive. I'll be completely open with Xander when he's older, and I hope I'll raise a child who'll take it in his stride. I've got the happy ending, but finding a man isn't the point - I've lived life to the full, and got married knowing I've ticked all the boxes.'

Tales from the dungeon

The strangest fantasy I ever saw was a client who wanted to perform dentistry on my feet. He'd arrive in full scrubs with tools and x-rays, and do fake root canal on my toes while I pretended to be terrified.

A Hollywood star was a regular client. He's incredibly handsome, and I couldn't believe I was getting paid to be with him. His favourite thing was to be lead around the room by a leash attached to an intimate piercing. Whenever I see him on screen I smile.

It was hard not to laugh, sometimes.

Once, a client wanted to lie on the floor while I stood over him yelling, 'I'm the winner! Ta-da! I beat you!' over and over again. The other dominatrixes could hear through the walls, and it started fits of giggles. ? Some fantasies came up regularly. I saw a lot of men who wanted me to crush food, such as grapes, under my feet. Letting air out of things was another popular fetish - men wanted to watch me stab lilos.

Women would visit too, though not as often - their fantasies were never as specific as men's. Sometimes couples would come in to learn about how to introduce BDSM at home.

'Powerful men who ran Hollywood surrendered themselves to feeling small and vulnerable' 'One man wanted to perform dentistry on my feet - he'd arrive in full scrubs'
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